How to Find YOU

Hi you. Let’s talk about resonance today.

Sometimes I get this feeling in my chest and tummy and shoulders. “You’ve caught my eye.” That’s what it is. It‘s like gravity. And peeking into your favorite little boutique, making your way through a whole lot of clothes, and knowing exactly what you want. You leave with a new pair of boots and a few months later, you forget they were ever new, because they fit in so well with the sweaters, sandals, and skirts you've been collecting for years.

You know how when you were little your wardrobe looked the same way your toys did—all different colors and patterns, totally independent of each other? When you open your closet now, depending on your stage of life, it may be different. Maybe you see themes. “Oh so you love baby blue do you? There’s a lot of that in here.” or “Hmmm, tell me. Are you a fan of cardigans?” I think that’s one of the countless things that we grow into. Our style. And like the rest of us, it’s ever-evolving. In your twenties you loved bell-bottoms. In your sixties, platform flip-flops with skinny jeans.

Don’t forget that.

But now let‘s go back to the baby closet, the wild assortment of neons and pastels and flowers and dragons. To me, babies are very simple. They have their wild little personalities that vary from each other, but generally, they‘ll be pleased by goldfish, toys and being held. At one point, we were, weren’t we?

There was a period of time that I wasn’t sure what would please me. I didn’t know what my favorite color was, what I wanted to be when I grew up, what hair color was my favorite. And my closet was the same. Every color, style, and fit was in there—but that wasn’t enough for me anymore. This was the transition from baby girl to big girl.

And it was hard. I felt like I didn’t have an identity for a while. Alas, all of my cold spells seem to be followed by sunshine. This was an awakening. It was like wandering into that boutique that we talked about earlier—for the very first time, and seeing something that gave me that tingly feeling all over my skin. It was resonance.

It started with a pair of little white shorts with watermelon slices embroidered all over them, and big blouses. It started with curling my hair and wearing blush. Little brown sandals and dresses, oh my, the dresses. Cherries. Strawberries. Lip gloss and flowers everywhere. Heart shaped sunglasses and reading on the lounge chair while sunbathing.

Gravity pulled me and these lovely little things together. We were magnetic, finding each other because the color cherry red and poems and love—they carried a piece of me with them everywhere--and I had a piece of them too. I believe that we were made for each other. And this is because when I met them, when I was ready to, they agreed with me. That draw to each other couldn’t be ignored. And then there were the “signs”. After discovering cherries, my cousin Lydi, the one I had spent more of my childhood with than anyone else, but hadn’t seen in years, met up with me for lunch. And she told me over her sandwich, “Oh yeah. You always had cherries when we were little.“ Apparently there were cherry shirts and bags that followed me then, before I even knew. Those are what people call “signs”. From now on, let's call them “meant to be’s."

This message to you is about those--finding yours. I’ve told you a bit of a story about mine only to give you an idea of maybe what to look for. Maybe where to start. Because meeting these pieces of yourself is full of bliss. It’s magic. So for starters, here:

What is your color? What do you feel absolutely alive doing? What kind of weather feels like yours? Do you want summer all year or the four seasons? Asking yourself these kinds of questions lets the sunshine in to light you up. Let it shine, notice what you find, look up some journaling prompts, and love those little bits of yourself. Feel for it. Find what resonates. Love you, have fun, xoxo.